Early memories are difficult to sort, at times. The fleeting pictures with differing indices of backgrounds. “Was that there – or maybe there?” or “Had I lost my first tooth yet?” My memories of Mom seem to start with a hand. How interesting. It was a hand pulling a sled. I recall laying in that…
This little gal can’t talk yet – but if she could I think I know what she would say. February 2025 update: With AI today, this would have been a blast to do. But I will leave it based on the technology we had in 2008
In 1986 I was in my office after having just spent a few moments with my two sons, David and Bryan, then about 8 and 4. They had come into my office to find out what I was doing. They were excited about an upcoming camping trip in our motor home. It was one of…
How can any of us begin to show the proper appreciation for our parents. I absolutely know that not everyone is as lucky as I’ve been; blessed with two of the most wonderful parents a person could have. One has passed – and I plan a tender tribute to her in the pages of this…
As members of the human race, each of us should be forgiven for that occasional romp into the world of baby pictures. There is no more universally shunned venture than to be coerced into the viewing of these common images. Well…..except for one’s own baby. Come on, that one is really special; can’t we all…
June 12th, 1958, my little sister came into this world and has been messing with my life ever since. But in a good way. She is the youngest of the Risley Clan (the one in which I grew up) and my mother always told us that she tended to sit around in her play pin…